Heaven: the house of the Lord.
Everyone aspires to enter it.
I was lucky.

You brought Heaven to me;
The paradise in which I aspired to be:
A place of joy;
A place where I met an Angel.

Heaven: a place of solace.
Everyone wants it.
I was lucky.

Heaven’s warmth radiated from you –
The light which you brought:
Was a burning hellfire;
A burning desire.

However

The Heaven you brought,
Was not meant for me
It was meant for another.

You left, or… did I…?

The Heaven you brought –
Gone.
The warmth you brought –
Gone.
The innate desire…

It wasn’t gone:
It intensified.

The Heaven you left me:
Was a scorched earth.

The light you left:
Inflicted pain.
Only
Darkness brought
Solace.

All that was left,
Was the burning desire,
Of a hell-fire.

Here,
In this endless abyss.
I understood
That I was lucky –

The Heaven you brought.
Was not for me.
But another.